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11/18/18
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I'm not fragile
I am not weak
She tells herself.
A mantra repeated
Not to be believed in,
But to give her a sense
A feeling of control
Control over the chaos she calls her life.
I'm not fragile
I am not weak
She is silent,
But her mind is screaming.
She wants to be strong.
She will be strong.
I'm not fragile
I am not weak
She is crying now
Silver rivers streaming down her cheeks
I'm not fragile
I am not weak
She feels lost
She is slipping away.
I'm not fragile
I am not weak
She wants to shatter.
Then another voice fills her head.
She is horrified as malicious laughter
Trills with delight
Oh sweetheart,
I've seen
Even broken glass put up a harder fight.
YOU ARE READING
Neon
Random(SOMEHOW, REGULAR UPDATES) A collection of poems, short stories in poetic form, rants hidden in poetic form and other things that pop up in my head. *** Staring at the canvas, She chose to pluck a brush From her own head, And paint with the colours...
